Beloved of Bossy President

Looking at her to leave, work properly son a heart also ruthlessly was put down.

How close! If long Chuhan didn't speak just now, he didn't know what the manager would do.

Those who can eat here are rich and influential people. If they can't speak, it will happen every minute to annoy them.

Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't notice the man named he Zong. His eyes were already on him.

"Oh, Hello, brother long, I just said that as soon as I came in, I smelled a special aroma. It turned out that there was a beauty hiding here."

After that, the man walked slowly to the table with the big beer belly.

Long Chuhan slightly hooked his lips, and his face disapproved: "he always can speak, but he is just a yellow haired girl."

"Girl? It looks pretty. Your little girlfriend? " The man came to the other side of long Chuhan and sat down, picking the two greasy thick eyebrows.

Maybe it's because the identity of ling'er hasn't been made clear yet. Men don't dare to talk too much for the time being.

However, hearing his words like this, he remembered that he had just made a move to the manager. Ling'er's fingers, which had fallen in the dark, tightened up unconsciously.

It's the hungry ghost in the color. How can uncle Chu Han cooperate with such a man?

Just for general he's words, long Chuhan didn't seem to want to respond.

Seeing the waiter bringing in the dishes one after another, he looked at President he: "it's late. Let's have dinner first."

He Zong, who has been looking at ling'er, is pulled back by long Chuhan's words and nods: "OK, come on, little girl, you can eat it too."

Having said that, Mr. He picked up the bowl and chopsticks and urged long Chuhan and ling'er to eat again, so he took the lead in eating.

It is to see him this to eat appearance, work properly son feel full table of delicacies, also instantly lost flavor.

Long Chuhan is such an outstanding young man. It's strange to see him with such a slovenly, greasy, short and fat man.

"By the way, brother long, what should I call this little girl? To be honest, I really like her type. "

Swallow a few pieces of fat, the man looked at ling'er, the smile can be described with terror.

The greasy corners of his mouth and his big round face made ling'er feel sick at this moment.

It's the type he likes OMG！ Please let it go!

Listen to him so on to ask, the work properly son asks for help of vision, immediately threw past to long Chu Han.

However, it is obvious that a man did not even look at her at all, and still ate gracefully: "did not hear he always ask you?"

Spirit son tiny Leng a moment, immediately nod: "hear."

After that, he was reluctant to introduce himself.

"Hello, Mr. He. My name is ling'er, a subordinate of Mr. long."

"Ling'er, if the real person is as his name is, not only the name is good-looking, but also the people are good-looking, good, good."

Speaking of Mr. He, in fact, he was very polite in this respect. At least when he talked to her, he stopped his actions.

Ling'er laughed awkwardly: "Mr. He, you are too flattered."

Apart from this sentence, she really didn't know what else she could say.

"Come on, brother long, in order to celebrate meeting such a beautiful girl as Miss ling'er tonight, let's have a drink."

Don't give long Chuhan a chance to refuse, the man has picked up the red wine that the waiter just opened for them, and quickly poured it into three empty cups.